One of the perks of my teen obsession with The Hooters is that love lead me to new types of music I hadn’t heard, like ska and reggae. This revelation brings me to a great concert featuring two bands I really liked.Continue reading “A to Z: Ziggy”→

I’m little and I play piano and, when wanting to join the band, the director suggests percussion. Visions of me playing all the instruments in that section that utilize my piano experience dance in his head. I go along, because the one drummer is really cute.Continue reading “A to Z: Xylophone”→

A little purple man writes one of the best songs I’ve ever heard. His record, then cassette, then CD are some of the first non-Smurf and -Muppet related music purchases I ever make. He’s Prince. He can do no wrong. And he writes tunes and plays guitar like no one else.Continue reading “A to Z: When Doves Cry”→

Sure, today there’s American Idol and The Voice (and a zillion other talent shows). But in the 1980s, there was just one: the grandfather of them all — Star Search. Big hair, big shoulder pads, and even bigger voices. And one in particular captivated me then, and still does today.Continue reading “A to Z: Vienna”→

It’s 1983. I don’t yet know this artist as a comedian with a million faces and voices. For now, I only know her voice as one that is reminiscent of an era I wasn’t alive for. And she sings a song I play on vinyl over and over until I wear the record out.Continue reading “A to Z: Ullman”→

This is not about sparkly vampires of the young adult novel world. It’s about the best time of day, when the sun’s going down and the sky is changing from bright to dusk to dark, and the world starts to settle down and be quiet.Continue reading “A to Z: Twilight”→